He threw me against the wall, and I heard my rib crack.
*Thump*
I slid down it, and hot tears burned my cheeks.
*Sob*
The front door opened and then closed, Dad walking out to drink away the pain in his knuckles.
*Slam*
I'm all alone.
It's not the first time it happened, and I knew what to do next. The crawl to my bedroom killed me, but I'm glad I didn't pass out from the pain, like I usually do. I have homework due in tomorrow.
The door to the bathroom is open, thankfully, and I yanked myself up and held onto the sink for support. I know I shouldn't do this, but I always did after a good hour long beating.
The shine from the knife in my hands put me into a trance, and I watched with a ghost of a smile on my bruised face as I brought it up near my wrist.
Aurora has been plagued with a murder dear to her heart, and she suffers the consequences almost daily. Her life is abused away and her hopes for tomorrow are if she can cover that bruise on her face, not would she pass that exam? High school senior year brings good luck but bad too, and she gets caught up in a love-mess. Her best friend, the one she can trust with ALL of her secrets becomes her boyfriend. But Aurora's art teacher, Mr. Angelo, picks up on more than her school friends do. Is it a bad thing or good?
"What...can you please tell me what's going on. Why are you so mad?" she pleaded for answers.
Damn she's good. She stood up from the couch and started walking towards me, trying to touch me.
"Do you really want me away? Away from you. Like really really go?" she asked me again, acting confused. This time I see tears in her eyes threatening to roll out.
I can't. I can't. Why can't she fucking tell me the truth. I literally saw what she did.
Really pissed, I started shouting. "YES, I'M BLOODY SURE AIMEE. SO CAN YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR NOW".
Reluctantly she turned away from me, walking towards where she left her stuff earlier, sniffling. She took her things and was ready to leave me.
I opened the door for her. Almost stepping out from my house, she took my shaking hand by surprise. "You know you can talk to me right. I'm always here for you. Always", she said.
It only pissed me more. She stopped at the doorstep turning to look at me. But I was a jerk.
Because I fucking shoved her out of my house.